What once was. As I see you, with her, I think of what could have been. We could have been happy, but she's the one that you prefer. You love her, she loves you, I guess there's no room for my feelings in between you two. What once was, I think of it quite often. What we once were, who I once was. But that's gone now, and all that is left is a shell of what once was something happy, something gold, something daring, something bold. What once was, is now old.
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Poetrypo·et·ry /ˈpōətrē/ noun literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.
